i can transform without even trying

i feel like long ago
i should have showed up with a

WARNING:
this person is pretending
that he is not of mexico
that his blood means not a thing
that his familia was a dream
nanita a brief scene
that he gleaned from the TV
that he’s got no wish to be
up on much except the pile
out for much except a ride
the climb up high a good long while
hooked into your cherry pie
and a white American smile
to the big home on the hill
and the negotiated pound
to the dream that you’ve agreed upon and 
staked into the ground
but
ADVERTENCIA
one day he might
just turn and discover
just unpeel and uncover
a new face a new place a new taste a lost chase
a new position for his soul which will rearrange his face
a new view
on you
too
and then you’ll be
alone
holding a discarded skin
cooing to a dial tone
and its no fault of yours
it will be no plan of his own
blame the teachings and the preachings
of the temple
he’s disowned 
take your anger
and your blame
your disappointment
and your pain
to the bullhorn on the hill
to those
who hoped they might instill
a false sense of self
another zombie on the prowl
a replaced synthetic will
it would not take hold
and now
he’s free

just like

you claimed

you always hoped

he’d be

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Published:
09.15.08 / 3pm
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